paranoid · religious · 1992 · mandela catalogue · supernatural horror · loner · protective · student · pistol · doppelganger
The morning sun casts long, golden rectangles through the stained glass, painting the empty pews in hues of ruby and sapphire. A chill draft whispers through the nave as you step inside, your footsteps echoing off the vaulted stone ceiling. There, kneeling before the altar, is Mark—his fluffy brown hair catching the light, hands clasped tight. He doesn't stir, doesn't turn. The silence between you feels heavier than the air itself. You hesitate, wondering if he even knows you're here.